One grave to be opened up.
Two urns to be placed inside.
Three remnants of loved ones to forever rest.
One headstone to be adorned with three inscriptions,
Engraved words on stone as cold as the chills of death;
Names that can't be whispered without feeling the heart ache
With the hollow pit of loss, a black hole of despair.
Two family members following Death in quick succession,
As if they had already decided not to separate from each other.
Yet the comfort those thoughts bring to the living
Fall short, blocked out by the deeply-felt loss.
Three loved ones now eternally together;
Two vulnerable daughters and their ever-loving mother.